Chapter 438: Python Meat

In the beginning, when Wu Feng practiced the Yin Soft Palm, he was very hardworking, and after practicing for many hours, he felt more and more monotonous and bitter, just like eating white-haired rat meat every day was as bitter as eating white-haired rat meat. Later only gradually look at those carved in the stone wall above the other skills, a look, only could not help but be surprised, this stone wall carved things, can be described as strange, omnipresent, some of the kung fu and even their own have not heard of, no, should be most of their own have not heard of, in addition to internal and external skills in addition to the skills, more is the record of a variety of necrophilia after the corpse situation, as well as how to subdue them! Wu Feng is more curious about these mutations, has a great desire to know, every time after practicing the yin yao palm, go over to see those things about the mutation of the corpse, over time, it is generally some understanding, after all, he followed his master Qingfeng Taoist long years of practice, in order to want to learn to catch the corpse, just he has not yet begun to learn from the master, he stretched out in this situation.

When he was not doing anything, Wu Feng always thought of his master, he did not know how he was now, after he was forced to jump off the Soul Breaking Cliff by that abominable Jin Batian, it should have been a long time, he estimated that there were at least three or four months, because there was no sunlight inside this cave, it was always dark, and it was also not possible to accurately estimate the time at all.

When he thought of his master, Wu Feng was a little sad, he thought that his master must have been even more sad because of his disappearance, his master treated him like his own son, as well as his eldest senior brother, the same, he was also very good to himself, he must have been sad for himself as well, and now his master and his eldest senior brother must have thought that he was already dead.

Now Wu Feng looked at the big porcelain vase held in his ancestor's hand, his heart was sad again, he really didn't want to eat rat meat at all anymore.

The old man with white hair glanced at Wu Feng, seemed to see his mind, the corner of his mouth even hung a smile, said carelessly:Well well well …… you brat, ancestor grandpa I know you're tired of eating rat meat lately, and let the old man side of the two bat king to go outside to catch some wildlife for you to eat, what's in this jar is what they just caught today, Grandmaster Ancestor has stewed it all for you."

Hearing this, Wu Feng's eyes lit up, and he busily said, "Grandmaster, what good things did those two big bats catch? Quickly bring them to show your apprentice grandson ……"

Although Wu Feng had some grudges against this Ancestral Grandmaster some time ago, but then he also figured out that although this Ancestral Grandmaster's temper was a bit eccentric, but he was doing this for his own good, otherwise it would indeed be a bit too boring to always be in this cave waiting to eat and die.

The white-haired old man lifted the porcelain jar in his hand and opened the lid, a fragrance came to his face, Wu Feng sniffed his nose and felt his fingers move, the white-haired old man said with a smile, "Good disciple grandson ah, the old man raised these two big bats love to catch something big, this time I don't know where to catch a thigh-thick boa constrictor, and let the old man to slaughter, stewed a pot full. a pot full of it."

Upon hearing that it was a python, Wu Feng's heart full of joy was like being doused with a pot of cold water, a smiling face was immediately pulled down, unhappy:Grandmaster Grandpa, can't you give me something a little bit more normal to eat, that white-haired rat is disgusting enough, how can you still get a python to come over and give me something to eat?"